Maybe Next Time

Dear Son,

Today you cemented for me, as if there were ever any doubt, the fact that this is indeed your world, and everyone else is just visiting.

You awoke your usual mellow self. We lay in bed and talked awhile (about the "big stuff" . . . what you were gonna wear, if you were interested in being in your swing, if we should wash your hair today . . . etc.) - then I reminded you that today you would be having your picture made. You seemed unphased, - and replied with a larger than life grin.
The morning passed us by quickly, and before I knew it I was getting us both ready to head out the door to the portrait studio. I'd bought you the most adorable little navy blue suit . . . the most handsome little man I'd ever laid eyes on. You were in an exceptionally good mood, even more-so than usual. You didn't even offer to frown once when I first snapped you into your carseat, a task that sometimes you find unpleasant. All in all, you hadn't been upset about anything the entire day.

We arrive to have your picture made. . . . I put you in your stroller, and you were taking in all the sights and sounds of the parking lot. I felt confident that this should go off without a hitch, and we'd be out of there in no time - beautiful pictures of my baby boy ordered and all.

Well, at least thats how I thought it would be.

It's as if some other personality took you over the minute we stepped inside.
At first, it was just a little frown.
So I took you out of the stroller . . . "oh, Im sure he'll be fine in just a minute"

Your grandmother held you as I filled out the paper work, you seemed to be ok.

But as soon as you were put on the platform to have your picture made -

You decided that was just of no interest to you.
You tried to be polite to the poor photographer at first, as he stood there, making the most rediculous noises I'd ever heard come from a grown man's mouth.

I could see it in your face though . . . you wouldn't even look at him - kept your gaze in my direction, as if to say "mom, this guy cant be serious." Oh, but he was.
Before I knew it, I found myself standing there like a fool talking to you in that rediculous tone . . .heaven help us.

Then the lip rolled out.

Then came the tears.

So hey, we'll wait to have your picture made . . . perhaps next week or something.

We've got all the time in the world baby boy.
All the time in the world.